Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Quirrell looked at himself in the mirror.

A confused expression appeared on his face.

This mirror is really weird.

He actually saw himself in the mirror giving the Philosopher's Stone to his master.

And his master is also in the state of resurrection!

He rewarded himself!

And the Death Eaters around him looked at him with jealousy in their eyes!

It's all so beautiful.

but……

It's just a scene in the mirror.

Where is the Philosopher's Stone?

At this time, Quirrell already felt that Voldemort's consciousness was a little impatient!

He quickly took out his wand.

Start banging on the mirror.

He was sure that this must be a trick played by Dumbledore!

I will definitely be able to crack it!

Blake stood aside and watched Quirrell busying himself.

He touched his nose and slowly approached the mirror.

This mirror should be the legendary Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, people can see what they desire most deep in their hearts.

Blake had long wanted to see this magic mirror with his own eyes.

Harry saw his parents in the magic mirror.

Ron saw himself becoming a prefect and leading the Gryffindor team to win the Quidditch Cup.

As for Dumbledore...

Black was not sure whether Dumbledore would see another old man when he looked into the mirror now.

but……

Now Blake just wanted to see what he could see in the mirror.

Seeing Blake approaching made Quirrell feel uncomfortable.

He knew how powerful Blake was...

If Black found the Philosopher's Stone that he had been searching for for so long...

He was almost 100 percent sure.

What a terrible change would happen to Voldemort's attitude towards himself!

"Just wait a moment. I'll find the Philosopher's Stone..."

"You're too close, it'll affect me!"

Quirrell tells Blake not to come any closer.

"Ok?"

Blake rolled his eyes and knew what Quirrell was thinking.

"Oh, I don't think I'll be a bother to you, Professor."

"From what I understand, this mirror should be called the Mirror of Erised."

“It can reflect what people desire most.”

"I'm just curious about what my heart desires most."

“So I wanted to take a picture.”

Quirrell said angrily, "I said...don't...Ugh!"

He covered his head and fell to his knees with a look of pain on his face.

"You piece of shit... you can't find it... let Blake do it!"

Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

Qi Luo's face was full of reluctance, but...

"Yes...as you wish, my Lord..."

Quirrell stepped aside.

He gave the mirror in front of him to Blake.

Blake scratched his head.

He really just wanted to look in the mirror.

There is no intention to find the Philosopher's Stone...

But seeing the current situation, it seems that there is no way to avoid looking for it.

Blake walked over reluctantly.

He walked right in front of the mirror.

Looked at myself in the mirror.

"Huh? Philosopher's Stone?" Blake looked at himself in the mirror with some surprise.

The person in the mirror does have the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

but……

It seems that this number is... a bit too much?

Yes, Blake in the mirror is sitting on a hill...

Well, it's a hill made of magic stones...

The Philosopher's Stone in Black's hand seemed to look a little different from the Philosopher's Stone under his butt.

It looks even more dazzling!

And around Blake...

When Blake saw the scene around him.

"puff!"

Blake quickly covered his nose which was about to bleed.

If this scene is really released, it will probably have to be filled with holy light...

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

I am obviously a gentleman!

How could I possibly think of these...

This magic mirror is slandering me!

He slandered me!

Ahem, I feel like something is odd. Let me take another look...

"Black, what's wrong with you?" Voldemort's hoarse voice came.

After all, Blake does look a little scary.

He just stood in front of the mirror.

Then his face suddenly changed and he covered his nose...

"Ahem, it's nothing, I just seem to have been slightly fooled by this mirror!"

Blake said with a serious face.

It's like I was really cursed.

"Let me do it." Voldemort said, and was about to take away control of Quirrell's body.

Just at this time.

"Hoohoo!"

The flame at the fire door suddenly flashed.

A figure rushed in!

"You...you guys?"

Harry looked at the two men in front of him.

I was so shocked that I couldn't breathe!

"Yeah...that's us."

Blake reluctantly turned his eyes away from the mirror.

With a 3.3 evil smile on his face.

"I was just wondering if I would run into you here, Harry Potter..."

"But... I thought it was Snape..."

Harry looked at Black in shock, who was now a completely different person.

"Oh... Snape, of course, that poor fellow, always takes the blame..."

"I told you so, didn't I? Stop focusing on poor old Snape."

"He is just a poor old man who cannot get the love he wants and is brutally NTR'd by his enemies..."

Quirrell also came over.

"Snape really doesn't look like a good guy. He flies around like a giant bat."

“But this helped me a lot!”

"With him in front of us, who would doubt the honest and upright, poor Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe it.

This can't be true!

Let’s not talk about Quirrell for now.

Blake... Blake is a freshman like himself.

And...it was him and Hagrid who brought me to the magical world!

It was also he who helped him teach a lesson to his uncle Fei Nong and his family who had bullied him!

How can he be a villain?!

And Chilo...

"...Snape once wanted to kill me! Didn't you save me? I saw it all from heaven that day! You were helping me with the counter-spell..."

"Hahaha! How funny! It was clearly me who cast the curse to harm you, and Snape who cast the counter-curse to save you. But you thought it was Snape who was harming you?"

Quirrell laughed loudly and began the villain's usual self-destruction routine.

Just as Quirrell was following the process of a villain dying because of talking too much.

When Harry explained everything lovingly.

With nothing to do, Blake strolled back to the magic mirror again.

"Tsk, that's great..."

Admiring the holy light that filled the entire screen, he wiped his saliva.